Novels by Ella Anderson

Luke climbed the last step and paused. His study door was slightly ajar. He never left it that way. He stepped in, eyes sweeping the room. The desk looked untouched, but the file on top wasn’t where he’d left it. His mouth curved into a cold smirk.His footsteps moved across the marble floor, heavy and deliberate. A muffled voice on the phone drifted up, clipped and sharp. Then silence. For a few minutes, Amanda almost convinced herself he would retreat to his room and leave her alone.Amanda paced her room, heart still hammering from the discovery she had made. The photographs of Anna—no, Racheal—were safe on her phone, and for a brief moment she had felt powerful. She sat on the edge of her bed, forcing herself to breathe, though her hands trembled. Her father had always underestimated her, always looked at her like she was nothing but a spoiled child. Tonight would be no different.But the sound of his shoes against the staircase broke the illusion. Each step was slow, deliberate.

Amanda’s hand slipped from the doorknob, her chest rising and falling in sharp bursts. Could Marcus really be wrong? The thought clawed at her, but another voice pushed harder in her mind: I can’t let Austin think I’m a fool. I won’t let Anna decieve me.Her stomach churned, a storm of rage and confusion. She spun on her heel, her heels striking hard against the marble, and stormed out of the Daniels mansion.By the time she slid into her car, her hands were shaking so badly she could barely fit the key into the ignition. The engine roared to life, and she pressed the accelerator too hard, tires screeching as she sped away. The road stretched in a blur before her. Minutes later, she pulled into the garage of her father’s estate. The screech of her brakes echoed in the enclosed space. She stepped out, her heels clicking sharply against the concrete.Luke stood near the doorway, his expression cold, eyes filled with disdain as he watched Marcus storm out of the mansion. He didn’t even

Luke ended the call, his eyes dark with unease. His mind was racing. How had he slipped this badly? The joy he once felt when Racheal disappeared—when he finally had the company all to himself—had blinded him. He never searched for her, never tried to end what he had started. And now, she was back, standing under names and families he could not trample on. “Dad, what’s wrong?” Amanda asked, noticing her father’s troubled face. Luke’s expression hardened when he saw her. “I can’t believe how useless you can be. Get out—get out!” he shouted, his voice sharp enough to make Amanda flinch. Amanda’s lips tightened, but she obeyed, storming out. Hours later, there was a knock on the door. Marcus strolled in, a bottle of beer in hand. “No need to panic,” Marcus said casually, leaning on the wall. “We can take care of this.” Luke turned to him, his jaw tight. “So what’s your plan? How do we stop her without ruining Amanda and Austin’s wedding?” “Assassination?” Marcus shrugged, taking a

Austin paced his room like a caged lion, his thoughts circling the same maddening question. Hours slipped by, but the frustration only grew. Every word Sam had spoken echoed in his skull, loud and tormenting.Finally, unable to restrain himself any longer, Austin stormed out and barged into Racheal’s room without knocking. She was standing by the window, her figure framed by the soft glow of the evening light. At the sound of his heavy footsteps, she turned.Her eyes met his—and instantly, his fury faltered. Those eyes had a way of disarming him, softening his edges. For a moment, he forgot why he had come, forgot his anger, forgot everything except the quiet intensity of her gaze.He exhaled sharply, forcing himself to stay firm, and sat down beside her.“Sam says Luke is investigating you,” Austin said at last, voice taut. “He claims he has enough evidence to prove you’re Racheal. He also said he’ll kill you.” His jaw tightened. “But why, Racheal? Why would he say that? Sam said you

What made her so mad? Austin asked himself, sitting on the edge of his bed, his hands buried in his hair. He had replayed their conversation a dozen times, trying to figure out where it had gone wrong. Maybe it’s Amanda again, he thought bitterly. She always manages to stir things up. “Aaaargh!” he groaned, punching the mattress in frustration. He couldn’t just sit here doing nothing. With a deep breath, he pushed himself up and crossed the hallway, stopping in front of Racheal’s door. He knocked gently, his heart racing in anticipation. To his relief, the door clicked open. Racheal stood there, her head lowered, her hair shielding most of her face. “What do you want?” she asked quietly, her voice tired. “Can we talk?” Austin replied, hope laced in his tone. He prayed she would let him in, prayed she would finally stop pushing him away. “I just… I just want to be alone right now, please, Austin.” Her voice trembled, and before he could protest, tears slipped down her cheeks. “I

Amanda sat in the living room, her leg bouncing restlessly.That name again Racheal, She could hear muffled voices drifting from upstair. The tone was sharp, heated. She leaned forward, straining to catch more, but the words blurred into angry murmurs that only fueled her frustration.She needed answers. Moments later, footsteps echoed on the stairs. Austin came down, his expression hard, his shoulders tense. Amanda stood quickly.“Austin—” she called, stepping toward him. “Why are you arguing with her? What’s going on?”He didn’t even pause. His eyes brushed past her like she wasn’t there, and without a word, he strode through the hall, then climbed the stairs again, disappearing into his room. The door slammed shut, the sound cutting through her like a blade.Amanda froze, her chest tightening with rage. Ignored. Again. For her. She grabbed her bag and stormed out of the house, her heels striking hard against the floor. By the time she was behind the wheel of her car, her hands were